Nothing (much) To Report

I have been doing a fine impersonation of the world’s laziest cow. Whilst drinking too much coffee. Not a good mix of activities really. The coffee kinda cancels out the desire to be sloth-like. A need to start jumping and dancing takes over, which is far, far worse.

It seems as though we are going to have another traditionally fine British Bank holiday. Best get down the diy superstore again peeps, burn a bigger hole on the credit card!

I won’t be.
I’ll be partaking of my usual weekend activities, but slightly extending them. Hopefully without any vomit being involved, that would be best really.

-Bea Whale

Tags: BankHolidayWeekend, Sloth

Tis yet another sunny, warm day, and I’m stuck indoors. The crapness of being a carer.

I watched Eurovision sober, unlike last year. I think it’s better when booze is added to the mix. It isn’t quite so depressing. Or maybe that had something to do with the abysmal “acts”. I won’t call them songs, some of them clearly weren’t.
And thank you to Popbitch for making me laugh during the entire performance of the Swedish entry. *ahem!*

(No pun intended. If you have no idea what I’m whittering on about on, go do some internet digging.)
12/05/05: Ahhh, should’ve linked!!!

Another weekend lost to time. I’m gonna have to start doing something really constructive with my time. The “Get drunk/sleep/eat/go on the pc/more drinking” lifestyle isn’t all that fulfilling. Need something to add a little spice, a wee bit of excitement. No idea what that is gonna be, yet. I’ll get back to you on that one.

-Bea Whale

Tags: Eurovision, Popbitch, lost+weekend

…..No reason, other than it’s warming up nicely (it won’t last!!!) and I could do with some. Flip-flops, that is.
Gotta get the toenails looking a little less gnarled first. I wouldn’t want to scare small children and the elderly…. oh wait, that could be fun!

The Tragic Consequences of Watching an Episode of the BBC’s Changing Rooms:

You find yourself dreaming (proper sleep-type dreaming, as opposed to just sitting on one’s arse and imagining far off, exotic locations/people/events) about advising one of the couples on how they can make their living room look a little less poncy/stupid/chalet-like and a little more, well, livable and normal.

Nothing major, just a touch of re-painting and instructions on how to remove faux-stone fireplaces made of loft insulation. Yes, who’d have thought loft insulation could have exciting possibilities in the realm of home decoration beyond that of its normal, practical usage.

Made me think that if anyone did that to my property, I’d be forced to kill them. Or just beat them up. Severely. And that the law should be changed to allow this to happen with no fear of reprisal. (Ooo, inciting violence! OOooOoOo!! Ahem!)

I didn’t mean to watch that show, it was just on in the corner. I was doing other, more interesting things at the time and it caught my eye. Mainly due to the hideousness of it all.

I’m feeling bouncy now. I won’t indulge though. An earthquake is about the last thing this city needs. I’ll just find something else to drain my energy.

-Bea Whale

Tags: ChangingRooms, loft+insulation

Wow! I have been amazing crap good at saying nothing.

I haven’t spent the entire past week (month, in the case of this blog) in a alcohol-induce coma, just some of it. I have mostly been bored. It has been very quiet round these parts. Except for those noises that I’d rather not hear being emitted from my brother’s bedroom, again.

Would be nice if the weather could make it’s mind up too.

My brain has been frazzled. I’ve spent hours on this here pc today, none of which have been particularly constructive, but at least I got out of bed. Which is proving difficult to do of late.
There doesn’t seem any point in dragging myself from my nice warm hiding place, where I can avoid the household and indulge in nice dreams (of which I’m not willing to share with anyone). Except maybe to get a cuppa, then there’s a point to life.

-Bea Whale

Tags: Bad+Blogger